you're too goddamned flippant about almost everything, not everything is a joke you know. Glib cunt.
Inebriated Scot gets to the heart of the matter. It was a thought that has come to mind before, I'm not very serious about most things...
I met some of Paul's friends last night, there were just back from a weekend trip to Italy and went out drinking. There was still suave South African Corkonian who is apparently dating a 19 year old girl despite being 30 something and having a beer belly. Ever see Steel Magnolias? He's one of those guys. Another guy is going to be the only Olympic weight-lifter from Ireland ever, seriously he's got certificates and things. There was discussion of a drink called the Black Death. Sambucca, Vodka, peach schnapps and a little 7up (I'm not sure there was even any) in a pint glass. Apparently the world record for drinking them before dying 5. Most pubs won't sell it to because its got too much alcohol, only Paul knew the manager, which is why we got to keep on and play pool when everyone else got chucked out (I was on fire, in fact, I got a standing ovation of one at one stage).
I used to be very good at mathematics, but this is a different kind of arithmetic. Being around a future Olympian, feeling overly confident, discussion of a deadly concoction.
I had four and then I got sick.
My head hurts. It also looks different, I let someone cut it again. Reasonable job, thankfully I don't have to see the back of my head and other people are too dazzled by the front. I ended up with hair in my tea, horrible affair.
The Dublin Fringe Festival is on, crazy plays, things on fire, dance music, you know the sort of thing. I didn't go to anything this year, last year I saw Camille o'Sullivan do this great cabaret. It was the music of Waits, Cave, Brecht, Weill. All the classics. Last night I met the fringe, all of it. There were in the same place as us and the only other people allowed to stay on after closing time. Bunch of prats.
No, lovely people, nice time, don't remember any of it. I just found out I left three rings on Paul's hob, and he only found out now. I think I recall getting up at 5 and trying to cook something, only to fail miserably and fall asleep on the floor with my coat as a pillow. I love this coat. He loved his pot, but I burnt the bottom out of it.
The 21st anniversary of my birth is the 25th anniversary of the death of Bill Shankly. http://tinyurl.com/ov2ka
The quote about the player being Pele is wrong, Jim Lambie said that.
I listened to those songs, Alice too. Now do you yourself a favour and listen to this mess I took the time to upload.
Tom Ze - estudando o pagode http://tinyurl.com/er455
Leg's asleep, sitting on it was a bad idea.
There was going to be more, but yousendit is taking ages. Any interest in Shack - HMS Fable, The La's s/t, HMHB - This Leaden Pall, Voyage to the Bottom of the Road, and Saucy Haulage Ballads, Camera Obscura - Let's Get Out of this Country, Professor Longhair - New Orleans Piano and FB - One More Road for the Hit?
The lady who was sat beside me should be back soon, left her USB stick in the pc when she went. Its on her keyring.
She just come back and did one of those great exasperated sighlaughs.
I give up on yousendit, hms fable has been going for 30 minutes. I need to go write an email. Not that I'm actually going anywhere, in fact, all I have to do is click on a different tab.
I met some of Paul's friends last night, there were just back from a weekend trip to Italy and went out drinking. There was still suave South African Corkonian who is apparently dating a 19 year old girl despite being 30 something and having a beer belly. Ever see Steel Magnolias? He's one of those guys. Another guy is going to be the only Olympic weight-lifter from Ireland ever, seriously he's got certificates and things. There was discussion of a drink called the Black Death. Sambucca, Vodka, peach schnapps and a little 7up (I'm not sure there was even any) in a pint glass. Apparently the world record for drinking them before dying 5. Most pubs won't sell it to because its got too much alcohol, only Paul knew the manager, which is why we got to keep on and play pool when everyone else got chucked out (I was on fire, in fact, I got a standing ovation of one at one stage).
I used to be very good at mathematics, but this is a different kind of arithmetic. Being around a future Olympian, feeling overly confident, discussion of a deadly concoction.
I had four and then I got sick.
My head hurts. It also looks different, I let someone cut it again. Reasonable job, thankfully I don't have to see the back of my head and other people are too dazzled by the front. I ended up with hair in my tea, horrible affair.
The Dublin Fringe Festival is on, crazy plays, things on fire, dance music, you know the sort of thing. I didn't go to anything this year, last year I saw Camille o'Sullivan do this great cabaret. It was the music of Waits, Cave, Brecht, Weill. All the classics. Last night I met the fringe, all of it. There were in the same place as us and the only other people allowed to stay on after closing time. Bunch of prats.
No, lovely people, nice time, don't remember any of it. I just found out I left three rings on Paul's hob, and he only found out now. I think I recall getting up at 5 and trying to cook something, only to fail miserably and fall asleep on the floor with my coat as a pillow. I love this coat. He loved his pot, but I burnt the bottom out of it.
The 21st anniversary of my birth is the 25th anniversary of the death of Bill Shankly. http://tinyurl.com/ov2ka
The quote about the player being Pele is wrong, Jim Lambie said that.
I listened to those songs, Alice too. Now do you yourself a favour and listen to this mess I took the time to upload.
Tom Ze - estudando o pagode http://tinyurl.com/er455
Leg's asleep, sitting on it was a bad idea.
There was going to be more, but yousendit is taking ages. Any interest in Shack - HMS Fable, The La's s/t, HMHB - This Leaden Pall, Voyage to the Bottom of the Road, and Saucy Haulage Ballads, Camera Obscura - Let's Get Out of this Country, Professor Longhair - New Orleans Piano and FB - One More Road for the Hit?
The lady who was sat beside me should be back soon, left her USB stick in the pc when she went. Its on her keyring.
She just come back and did one of those great exasperated sighlaughs.
I give up on yousendit, hms fable has been going for 30 minutes. I need to go write an email. Not that I'm actually going anywhere, in fact, all I have to do is click on a different tab.